Lying on the floor
Wrapped in fear
Come out the world has changed
While you weren’t here

Where did the anger go
Inevitable return
Everything remains the same
Yet so much was learned

A shiver to the touch
Too sensitive for life
The alchemist song
Will transform your strife

Distractions are real
Follow their lead
One thought antiquates the last
Moving with great speed

Little ability to change
Waiting for the next circle round
The seasons are predictable
Not where the mind is found.